Morning, Texas 09.22.2011

I am driving to work
the highway is North Texas concrete, dull and yellow
I am drinking bad coffee I brewed from good beans
a flash of movement makes me check the mirror
a boy and a girl are dashing past behind me
making the best of a break in the traffic
I want to tell you something about their hair, their clothes
so we can both remember this moment
but I've forgotten all of that
all I remember is the dark slashes of their bodies
crane-like lines against the sullen morning sky,
the precious, slender bridge of their linked hands
and their laughing smiles as they bound the last steps to the curb
they have survived their morning crossing
they are alive